The Many Joys of Being disabled: The Loss of Eloquence.
One of my daughter's first words was ‘customer service’. She was tiny (in the toddler seat of the trolley) and said this and pointed as we walked past the desk at a local supermarket. My family finds this very funny because it was obviously a word she’d heard often from me and it is a good insight into my own personality and the how and why I ended up as a lawyer. Having my – and my former client’s - voices heard was always incredibly important to me. So when I was in the hospital after my brain haemorrhage and the speech therapist told me that my voice had changed, it wouldn't improve and this was something I would just have to get used to, let’s just say, I wasn’t best pleased. Imagine if your voice changed overnight. How would you react? It was awful for me. For a long time I was too embarrassed to even make basic phone calls. I couldn't even phone the school reception in case they didn't understand me. I couldn’t – and still ca...